The reason that I want to share this story, is to show people who are in currently in high school that it is acceptable to fail. While it is not okay to accept failing as an option, if you tried as hard as you could and still ended up failing, it is actually
In sixth grade I failed a Virginia history quiz. I sat quietly as my teacher indirectly talked about my grade. She ranted and raved about how as sixth graders we should know simple facts about the Powhatan Indians and the Jamestown Colony. However, I had no idea what she was talking about. I had learned about the Kumeyaay and Sutter’s Mill in California.
Despite the many hours I worked on the class, I still could only get C’s on the tests. I spent most of my free time correcting my quizzes and rewriting notes from the class. I was struggling- so much that I let my other classes slip away. At home, I would fight with my mother about my grades. She would yell at me saying, “Your brothers could always get As!
Through it all I never gave up and I worked hard to get the grade I got and it taught me that I can do anything I set my mind to , and that One of the most difficult parts of life is deciding whether to walk away or try
I consistently struggled in class,I was still stuck in the maturation process. For me the biggest turning point came in fourth
Not studying, not prepared, and horsing around was the downfall of my eighth grade year. Being able to take the Algebra 1 High School Assessment was a privilege to me when I was ahead of most of the students in middle school. I was egotistical and thought I had the test in the bag, so sure of myself but in reality I needed to prepare myself like every other student taking the test. Since I was in Algebra 1 my eighth grade year, I was able to take the Algebra 1 High School Assessment earlier than most students. But I started the year off all wrong, knowing that I was going to have the opportunity to take the test I should have set a goal to succeed in passing the test with the highest score even though in reality that might not
When I got algebra again for my sophomore year I got a tutor and did all my homework and payed attention during class. This resulted in me getting an 85 percent ass my overall grade and me passing my regents with an 83 percent. Instead of being like everybody else in the class and putting my self down, I saw what I was struggling in and fixed it. I wanted to pass, so I focused on that and got what I worked for. That is
I really wanted to do well in school but I just didn’t have the
The day started with waking up at six o’clock in the morning, donning my obnoxiously sparkly costume, and slicking my hair back into what was possibly the world’s tightest bun. I was going to a dance competition. Four years ago, when I began competitively dancing, I decided to perform a solo. Now, as I prepared to step out onto the stage, I was no longer so confident with my decision.
Reminiscing back to my freshman year of high school, I decided to challenge myself by taking my first AP course, Human Geography. I, along with a few other budding freshman took the course with ripened upperclassmen. I was petrified of the tempo of the class because I was used to being in classes with other newbies like myself. I began to feel myself getting lost and disengaged in the class, not participating to my fullest ability because I thought, “You’re smart Jordan; you know you can do this,” all I had to do were some simple flash cards but I did not even want to put any effort into doing it. Yet as the school year went on, I lost faith in myself because I was surrounded by students who were just as smart as I was and experienced students
I’m really not good with advanced math. Simple math comes easy to me, and I can usually beat the calculator with the answer. However, when it comes to algebra and more advanced math courses, I struggle immensely. When I took College Algebra 1 at my previous college, the teacher would assign one full chapter for each night of class (5 days a week), and we were expected to complete the assignments at the end of the chapters, which usually consisted of about 70 equations. When I would sit down to do the work each night, I always got a headache.
My misfortune in math later helped me realize that I needed to change my outlook on school. Instead of dismissing a subject just because I was not good at it, I would rather try and identify what I was doing wrong, and work to fix it. Taking the the ACT engage test helped me realize what my academic strengths and weaknesses are, and how I can use this knowledge to capitalize these strengths so I can be more successful in college than I was in highschool.
During the games setup,I ate a hot dog. I was watching the baseball field with amazement,wondering what are the chances of me catching the ball,when the crowd were all ready for the ball with the gloves in their hands. “Come on ball,come to papa!”yelled my brother,almost falling over the rail annoying the people behind him.the announcer was on the speaker asking everyone to get ready for the game .I was stoked by the fact that this was going to be the first game that I am about to watch. “Hey jason can you please sit down the people are already feeling annoyed about you”he looked back with a wild grin that later faltered into a worried face. “Oliver where´s luke,”i looked to my left and saw that some stranger took his seat then i looked to my
I had many experiences with failure in my life. One of the failures had changed everything in my life was the time that I failed on the SAT. I remember it was two years ago when I decided to come back to school. I didn’t graduate from high school in U.S, so I had to take a SAT if I want to go to college. I went to school to study English for one year and prepare for the test.
One of my experiences with failure took place when I was in fourth grade. There were many problems accumulated and I was a child who needed people to see if I did my homework or study for the test, because I couldn’t concentrate and was distracted by anything in the room. My brother also had problems that year, he needed more attention because he didn’t get along with his math teacher and my Mom was always after him with the homework; otherwise he would have failed Math at the end of the year. In fourth grade, the teacher that was assigned to us was one of the strict teachers that were in that school
